The passing glimpse
of your thighs sends me back
to moment of our first contact.
You lips spoke
about the strangeness of the movie
that we kept one eye toward.
My one eye keen
on small glances in the darken
cinema toward my companion, you.
I caught your hair
in the sideview. Your turned and
smiled, Your lips open to receive
The way you sat in the chair
in the dark movie house turned,
My head burning
from our first date. I imagine the tone
of you skin beneath your jeans.